Asher Lane's eyes narrowed as he assessed me with cold calculation. There was something predatory in his gaze that reminded me of a snake preparing to strike. The crowd around us grew silent, hanging on the precipice of this unexpected confrontation.
"So this is the infamous Liam Knight," he said, his voice carrying just enough for those nearby to hear. "The man who's been causing ripples throughout South City."
I met his stare evenly. "And you're Asher Lane. Should I be flattered that my name has reached the ears of the Lane Family's Younger Lord?"
A hint of amusement crossed his face. "Flattery would be misplaced. Your name reached me through complaints and warnings."
"I tend to have that effect on people who are used to getting their way," I replied.
Asher's lip curled slightly. "Bold words from a former live-in son-in-law."
